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08 June 2010 @ 03:40 am
Fic: ‘Not losing faith.’  
Title: Not losing faith.
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Between AotC & RotS: Obi-Wan and Padmé on the Outer Rim.
Summary: A hopeful happy ending.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

This might be fleshed out further, later, but not right now.

Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Lucas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.


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He is surrounded by military officers, with Anakin in attendance, when he hears the news. Anakin notices something is wrong by how his former Master suddenly grips the edge of a console but the rest of the briefing goes as expected: plans are made, soldier deployments decided and special assignments are made. Secrets are kept.

Obi-Wan is gone precisely when the briefing has ended; he is nowhere to be seen when someone turns to ask him a question to verify a point raised during the strategising and placement of troops. Not even Anakin knows where he has gone but he is able to answer the question asked and his attention is turned toward the mission for that day.

He finds a secluded alcove in the bay and sits; he knows he cannot be there long or he will be found and he needs some minutes to process what he heard during the briefing. He knows what happened: her yacht was shot down during an aid mission. He remembers the last time they spoke and her assurances that everything would be well. He had told her about the possibility of a Separatist trap, how they might be using the populace to lure in someone of rank from the Senate, such as herself, who were known for their aid missions during the Wars. She had assured him she would be well.

He could barely manage to keep his mind from forming I told you so in response to the memories of that last conversation. Abruptly he stands and swiftly departs the bay; he can sense Anakin approaching. It is (almost) easy to vanish amongst the clones – there are shadows he can vanish into as they pass – and he finds the room that is assigned to him. He sits on the bunk, puts his elbows on his knees and head in his hands. He does not move for a (not) very long time.

With his eyes closed and head in his hands, all he can think about is her. Her smile, her passion, her hair, her eyes, her touch. Those ridiculous Senatorial clothes and how he loved to see her relaxed in his arms; one of his favourite memories involved her, blossom wine and the floor of the Nabooian embassy on Coruscant – how quickly they’d hidden from Captain Typho when he’d come to check on the Senator’s security. Entwined with all those memories are longing and regret: he longs to hold her in his arms to know she is alive and he regrets not telling her he loved her on that last transmission.

That last transmission.

He ... sits up sharply and runs to the briefing room; only two clones are there, monitoring communications of both the Republic and the Separatists. He leans closer to one, tapping in the frequency she used. He had to eliminate the doubt. “Tell me if there is additional frequencies attached to this one.” He knows communications on the Rim can be patchy from Coruscant but he had to know. He had heard static in the background on that last transmission; it had sounded different.

The clones look to each other; this is a superior officer but this frequency is not recognised. “I cannot determine ...” he begins but something catches his attention from the corner of his eye. “That’s a Separatist signal, General.”

“Trace the frequency I gave you and see where, and how, it becomes a Separatist signal.”

“Immediately, General.”




Her wrists are bound, catching her hands so she cannot reach anything. Her ankles are chained to the wall, to prevent escape. Each day the door opens and she can see, through the mask, what happens; she refuses to give the bald Sith lackey any information. Her ship was taken, later shot so the entire Republic would believe her dead. It is a small mercy Captain Typho did not come with her on this mission – he would not fail to say I told you this would happen.
Her eyes close and instead of the dank, rusty steel wall behind her, she feels softness and arms circling her. There is no pain numbing her senses; there is star-mist and snowblooms in her hands. There is blossom wine. The mask disorients when she is awake; it cannot do so in her memories.

Underneath there is sand; the sun has made it hot. He whispers in her ear about how they should return across the lake but she laughs and shakes her head, comfortable where she is. we cannot move

we must He wraps his cloak around her, lifting her in his arms.

i am comfortable

we must. let us go

With her eyes closed, she cannot see the tears forming from smoke and the sight of her current physical state. She is unaware and he allows her to remain so, lifting the mask from her matted hair, tossing it aside, and he holds her against his body. She protests hoarsely; she has not been given water for the past day. He carries her from the dark hole and he sees, when he steps outside with the unconscious Senator in his arms, a familiar starfighter zoom through the clouds of smoke caused by the explosions he and his troops created.

He knows there will be a next time for them to meet – when is there not that next time? – and he runs to the medical bay on the frigate.




He reaches out, picking out one curl from many, and he rubs it between his fingertips; it was not many weeks ago he had not thought to do this again. Eschewing protocol that requires formality, she envelopes him in an embrace from which he cannot easily escape – and he does not desire to leave it.

“I thought you lost,” he murmurs into her hair.

“I thought myself lost,” she replies quietly, pulling slightly away. She reaches up, curling her fingers and brushing them against his cheek. “You did not lose faith.”

“I could not,” he says as he kisses the top of her head. “I could not.”

Her hand becomes lost in his hair and pulls his head down so she can eagerly claim his lips, pressing her body against his. His robe wraps around her as his arms do and there is no pause, even when the kiss breaks, in their closeness. “I am yours,” he breathes and she cannot help the smile quirking her lips upwards at his words. “I will never break faith.”

“Nor will I,” she agrees and, this time, it is he who leans down.
 
 
 
Helenhsv_fangirl on July 31st, 2010 06:31 pm (UTC)
Hi again. I was catching up on some old Jedi News and saw you wrote a sequel. Glad it ended happy. You have such a lyrical writing style. You bring out emotions very well. Lovely writing, even if it's not what I usually read *g*.
xx
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on August 2nd, 2010 04:19 am (UTC)
Hi again.
Welcome back!

I was catching up on some old Jedi News and saw you wrote a sequel.
This isn’t a sequel to What Was Never Said - that was a standalone and would never be part of anything larger. This story was written because I was trying to write something that could end happily at the time but I couldn’t escape the sad beginning; I did write it quite close to when I wrote What Was Never Said which is why there are similar themes and why it could have read as a sequel.

You have such a lyrical writing style. You bring out emotions very well. Lovely writing, even if it's not what I usually read *g*.
Thank you for coming back and reading! To be very honest, I never felt this was written well so to hear positive comments on my writing style in this story makes me smile, very much. I have never thought that I had a lyrical writing style; I always think it’s too clipped and short!

Thanks for coming back!
Helen: qui-gon in black & whitehsv_fangirl on August 2nd, 2010 11:53 am (UTC)
You are right, I think I assumed it was a sequel. lol As for the stories being short, one can relay a lot in few words and you did.
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on August 2nd, 2010 12:45 pm (UTC)
As for the stories being short, one can relay a lot in few words and you did.
Thank you; it's nice to know I can bring things out for people to experience in my writing.

)You are right, I think I assumed it was a sequel. lol
I wouldn't be surprised if many people assume that so don't feel alone! It's very similar, in a lot of ways, to the other story that came before it!